Hesitation again -“what about it?”- I asked her -“it’s not clear” – speaking softly -“what’s not clear?” -“you know.. when you.... you know… finish” barely audible -“ohh, ohh, what happened?” -“come to the house after work” she said -“ok, ok, but what happened to the checks? Can we get our money.. tell me” I was worried fuck I was counting on that money -“just come to the house, ok I don’t want to talk about it over the phone” she was nervous -“ok” I hung up For the rest of the. Of course the Downtown House faced onto Main street. But it was only a few doors away from Railroad St NW On the south side of the railroad there was another street. It was called South Railroad Street, which also had a east and west side.I was in a remarkable position to do a downtown high end apartment renovation. I could do the renovations and then let the place just sit empty, if I didn't find just the right people. I could also do short term rentals for people like Ruth and James. People. I heard her chuckle knowing she was watching my eyes remain glued to the erotic teasing she gave me."I don't live far from her," she was whispering, "if you would like to indulge further."Half and hour later she unlocked the door of her house and invited me inside. I followed and admired her heavy calves. Most men instantly think that because a woman is large her legs, calves and thighs are huge to the point of disgust. With Marge she was the opposite. True her calves were large and slightly. .." Areolae."That's a good boy," she gave him another encouraging stroke through the sheet. "My areolae are bigger, too. Hey, I've had an idea! Don't go away!" Fluffy, where are you go... ?"She had scrambled off the bed and fled out of the bedroom door, knowing the effect her gigantically bouncing breasts must be having, scarcely constrained by the silk shirt, guessing how her rear view must appear to him, her shockingly voluptuous bottom stretching those skimpy panties. Wet skimpy panties!.